Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.